We sat and listened to the organist finish Bach's Prelude and Fugue in b minor BWV 544, before rising and leaving. What is it like to have music so closely connected to such an act of spiritual devotion? To create it only as an act for God, as Bach always did?
There was not a cloud in the sky in Cambridge today. We got a scone and rhubarb brazil nut cake before heading to a very popular boat rental, far understaffed for the miraculous weather of this Sunday afternoon. Punting is one of the most popular pastimes in Cambridge and everyone was hiring one with their friends, boarding with bottles of champaign and potato crisps. We got a double kayak and headed upstream through Grantchester meadows which were filled with people picnicking, taking in the sun, holding one another, playing with their children, walking with their dogs, awkwardly operating punts.
As the sun set, we walked in to town for dinner. Andrew pointed out Newton's apple tree and his office at Trinity College. He was a person and walked these streets.
The swans in the river were going to sleep during the walk home, the ducks were quiet and the people of the afternoon had headed to the pubs and formal dinners of their colleges. The sky was clear and studded with stars and a half-moon.
A day is so full of experiences.